Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh What A Circus, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Album song Unmasked: The Platinum Collection, in the genre Мюзиклы
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Record label: The Really Useful Group
Song language: English
Oh What A Circus |
Oh what a circus, oh what a show |
Argentina has gone to town |
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron |
We’ve all gone crazy |
Mourning all day and mourning all night |
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right |
Oh what an exit, that’s how to go |
When they’re ringing your curtain down |
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron |
It’s quite a sunset |
And good for the country in a roundabout way |
We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers today |
But who is this Santa Evita? |
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow? |
What kind of goddess has lived among us? |
How will we ever get by without her? |
She had her moments, she had some style |
The best show in town was the crowd |
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, «Eva Peron» |
But that’s all gone now |
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears |
We’re all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years |
Salve regina mater misericordiae |
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra |
Salve salve regina |
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva |
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes |
O clemens o pia |
Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy |
Our life, sweetness, and hope |
Hail, hail, oh queen |
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve |
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping |
Oh clement, oh loving one |
You let down your people Evita |
You were supposed to have been immortal |
That’s all they wanted, not much to ask for |
But in the end you could not deliver |
Sing you fools, but you got it wrong |
Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long |
Your queen is dead, your king is through |
And she’s not coming back to you |
Show business kept us all alive |
Since seventeen October 1945 |
But the star has gone, the glamour’s worn thin |
That’s a pretty bad state for a state to be in |
Instead of government we had a stage |
Instead of ideas, a prima donna’s rage |
Instead of help we were given a crowd |
She didn’t say much, but she said it loud |
Sing you fools, but you got it wrong |
Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long |
Your queen is dead, your king is through |
She’s not coming back to you |
Salve regina mater misericordiae |
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra |
Salve salve regina Peron |
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva |
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes |
O clemens o pia |
Don’t cry for me Argentina |
For I am ordinary, unimportant |
And undeserving of such attention |
Unless we all are, I think we all are |
So share my glory, so share my coffin |
So share my glory, so share my coffin |
It’s our funeral too |